In a patch of sundried earth dark cracks emerge.. forms resembling maps remembered from schooldays and Google.. Appearance of arbitrary lines depicting States newborn.. Our everyday maps also born of the Sun.. the Sun's artistry with rainfall..the points of assembly of water in place and flow..forms of unique identities each subdivided patch.. Raising the question of new possibility of finding an Awareness.. becoming the Sun and seeing the patches and lines and States anew as images projected.. from that projector.. those many miles away...
One after another Representing a history Now detested..crumble.. Crumbling before forces Of systemic purging.. These symbols of ego Rising in past eras Are seen in their Disregard for what Is most valuable in What We are in this Moment..We ask: Should all Statues of persons Be allowed to fade.. Allowing the fires we see To consume the vestiges Of glorified separation...?
His legacy is large as he leaves his life-sustaining technology behind.. He leaves behind also this quote: "The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge."
Knowledge often masquerades as wholeness claiming more than its limited span.. Knowledge as thought appears in our Self is made of our Self but cannot know our infinite Self...
This someone Let's call him Remember Asserts a plan for the day And walks to do his plan.. Remember apparently walks On this cloudy morning Ignoring a Remembering Which could recompose Her walk into Steps of Abundant Joy..
We can hope that One clear morning Remember will Remember...!
She prayed for adversity a non-logical wish for most of us but a help in understanding how all of life's black holes might serve as stimulation for a new recognition here and now of our true Self...
With our searching searching the world for the new new opportunities new relationships new meditations new spiritual paths.. These bring rewards temporary with unhappiness and new searching.. The wise have counseled that we are what we are seeking.. So our searching seems as simple stimulation for locating our Self...!
there is a Sameness in the many colorful expressions of Grace.. within and as Grace come the man on the donkey the sounds of shouting the voices of caution and the quiet stones.. Grace as your Wholeness expresses...
These are told And they become Who we are.. Often entangling Or imprisoning.. What if we Bring them all Into our fireplace And allow the Rising fire To re-create.. Stories become New freedom unfolding…
This morning's list of what-to-dos these pulls outward resisted by a wish for settled quiet.. after giving in to pulling of weeds the aftermath was a calming recognition that the settled quiet ventured and returned.. the life challenge to gain recognition of settled quiet in the midst of the storms...
asking each daybreak what might be our story today.. does it enfold those eddies and cracks..? is clever ego coloring special highs and lows..? all of this seems of sublime import.. this Story a mirror an identification photo we carry today.. yet might we remember Story is parable our Story today was never before and never will be...
are new creations which in our landscapes appear.. A new attention on our walks.. Surprises declare: see my difference from dreary familiarity.. Yet that familiar lodged in memory were once strangers in our midst declaring…
This phrase seems worn..Joyce and Faulkner..perhaps a misnomer.. Consciousness doesn't flow..the streams are thoughts and perceptions.. these flow through consciousness which remains steady and still.. Yet..let's reconsider..thought and perception are made of..yes.. consciousness..it seems we have found waves in the ocean..waves of thinking and perceiving..waves in an ocean of stillness..Yet.. consciousness seems distracted by its waves within..a seeming of separation and limitation..exclaiming: I am a stream..until.. please return to the beginning...
We do not wish to be accused of this.. an awkwardness failure in life mumbling our message speech that's flawed.. our balance upset falling and slipping..
but what of those mistakes those stumbles which change our path..? what of those new insights we stumble upon..? a discovery made when the normal expected..? when only our stumbling could have led to gold...?
it is the inward path of now.. a time in evolution apparently to lift oneself from weighty objectivity..and to understand the fallacies and illusions which have brought our object fixation to a pause.. the knowing experience of Oneness in each of us which arrives with a noticing of the sun illuminating itself or the wave discovering the ocean..this new morning recognition is a blissful remembering of who we ever have been...
in our rocky mountain vistas and certain landscape paintings our imaginings are captured
sometimes clear and ordered in others stormy patterns hiding then revealing dark and jagged forms almost hearing the hawk's invisible circling call
imagining ourselves on precipitous mountain paths blown by shifting icy winds vertigo and dark crevices fearsome obstacles foreshadowing impending loss then
most suddenly we return to our observation places warmth safety comfort as before our imagined landscape fears now engulfed transformed within a joyous pervading light a jolting new experience mysteriously named by some as the sublime
the word a gentle quiet merging of beauty and twin terrors fear and loss
might we then find in this our landscape viewing a rehearsal for life's dark confrontations and on a promising day enfold transmute and with ecstatic labor discover true beginnings new births reaching this time a friend we know and name our sublime
Conditioning Contains the parameters Of our illusory self.. Our so-called history is A history embedded in A belief of separation Settled..unquestioned.. Opportunities for resisting Arise constantly in this Assumed world.. Bringing our suffering As wake-up calls To look elsewhere for An Already Identity...
it would seem that the sufferer engaged in suffering might process her suffering through one of three gates.. gate 1: the sufferer becomes the suffering and attempts to wiggle free..finding temporary relief..or perhaps an unsought intensification.. gate 2: the sufferer enters into the pain..looks for boundaries..finding none she notices that in which the pain resides..and comes home.. gate 3: the sufferer bypasses the suffering to immediately arrive home..then returning to the suffering..she saturates it with the infinite peace of her home...
and we note..suffering stimulates a search for any gate yielding relief and peace...
our culture seems to rely on gate 1..with ongoing search for those other gates...
I heard her say: see the dark thicket directly behind there my symmetry lies truly hidden.. but my advice with favor you hear as you encounter my life today: that thicket you see do not dismay it has a message of more import than I can say...
today and each early day herald recognition of faulty beliefs of imagined breakage.. dawn breaks erasing misconception of the emptiness of what dies and what does not.. Indeed...!
This morning in bright sun filling a page in the warmth.. Now with entries were these joined under the sun..? Cat on hunt slow grasshopper's narrow escape.. A friends pain with feeling prayer finding sun's light already there.. A silly exchange emails on net all from a typo a humored mistake.. Too hot now this autumn sun but the gifts have already come...
New damage new separation and stitching awaits sealing and new union.. Knife and fork breaking bread for inner rising in new strength.. Surgery on high removed a rib Eve's attraction urges re-joining.. A line reading linear distortion yearns for whole in-sight.. Surgery creates and stimulates a New Day...
Encountering surprises on a Friday walk.. one hanging dead leaf from autumn suspended through winter winds never to fall.. large boulders aligned to suggest an ancient flow.. dead rabbit remains a coyote brought this violent end..
walking surprises seem endless.. those differences carry life forces of creation.. we then ask what background do these forces expect to rely..? consider a white blank page as the poet surveys Knowing that all is surprise...!
there is a battle..however subtle which rages within each of us.. battle lines are drawn by frustration over failure to find more than temporary peace..in the seeming reality of this world..
disappointment claims to be the reward for skirmishes fairly engaged and won.. it is reported that our disappointment is a spy which observes our maneuvers and watches for opportunities to whisper:
your strategies are futile.. when the spy suggests surrender as the only workable plan..we resist and return to our tents..to refresh and reset our aims.. promising conquest ahead..
but the spy also persists with her ready advice..as victories and losses do not end in declarations of peace.. it seems the world awaits our attention to the soft whisper of the spy...
In the afternoon quiet With the turtle dove and breeze In simultaneous Being.. There comes a recognition Of open Totality And the experience of Nothing to surrender...
Surround the irritation the painful thought the dull itch.. Ask that surrounding the identity of that which it surrounds.. Our real Self is thus exposed and touches the pain which now.. undisguised is found as One with infinite Self...
Apparently Most of us on earth Engage each day To just survive For one more day.. Fear and desire dictate A form of ******* For most..who must By wit and courage Play roles which give Credence to a reality Of many things..while Ignoring each her own Veiled Reality.. A heavy price by Rich or poor.. Apparently Freedom Awaits for now Behind the veil...
a floating lightness effortless Waving.. a particle transforming black to yellow then to thin air.. lighting on shrub but not really.. energetic reminder empty space is not empty...
Start 1 with bright light imagining unconfined no inner or outer a wish arises for something other any crumb will do.. with the finding of that crumb a jolt startles from a slumber..
Start 2 with lowly crumb imagining containment outer no inner a wish arises for boundary erasure a merging with bright light.. with the finding a jolt startles from a slumber..
To change them The old paradigms Anachronisms.. To enter a gate to All things new.. An inflexion point And portal to a more Welcoming World.. A point of Enough.. Is it coming..? Or are We already There...?
To change them The old paradigms Anachronisms.. To enter a gate to All things new.. An inflexion point And portal to a more Welcoming World.. A point of Enough.. Is it coming..? Or are We already There...?
a morning conversation brought for those of agnostic or atheist doubting persuasion.. an exploration of stone tablet verses so to experience some secular everyday difference..
objections were tabled citing limitations much is left out.. that negative tone we all know so well.. those shalt-nots seem to prevail in eight of the ten..
modern science quite lately has offered assistance.. producing a map researching the brain.. two sides observed left analytical with edges restricting joined by right expansive and present just out of sight..
left and right interfacing pulsating might we say dancing..? then to the tablets with map in hand left still speaks forthright.. but then a surprise right is right there in front of our eyes.. look once again first in the listing and once more see number four..
now we rely on our newfound map remembering the dance those leftward shalt-nots might others be named..? each one is dancing with a partner one clearly not seen...
toward real Life.. Observe the rising of thoughts and perceptions.. Don't allow these to claim your identity.. Be the observer which you always are removed from objects and clever subtleties.. Experience the freedom when you take that step.. You are ready now to: think and not think perceive and not perceive act and not act...
a periphery word seems key to each her own identity.. the painter explores what is out there in forest and sea finding those words which other painters have already stroked.. our perennial question: where is originality or is this distinction simply and always Tangential...
Forgiveness is the sinking head into heart.. The head dwelling in separation concedes logic's demands but confronting questions time after time: Why? and What? Surrendering at last to the sinking.. dissolving.. becoming.. the Heart...
Path #2
Forgiveness is downloading of new software.. Our old software employs the ego rampant rendering forgiveness a difficult dream searching in forlorn places finding only traces.. New software finds it all Here and Now...!
Path #3
Real forgiveness is Now not in time.. Events in the past seeming in need of forgiveness are only known Now.. and what of the Now..? it's other name our true identity: Forgiveness...
Path #4
Chaos is an iteration of Forgiveness.. a shading and concealment of formulated light.. Our awaking brings the repentance the return the feedback to never absent Forgiveness...
Path #5
A shock it is to learn that Forgiveness is not personal.. It is a realization of a substance common to all concerned transparent and eternal the real Self.. With that realization duality of conflict dissolves in the Light...
Path #6
Quantum forgiveness is the only forgiveness.. A leap into infinite non-locality.. The suddenness arrives within painful progress or perhaps strangely enough out of the blue...!
Path #7
Forgiveness an experience of sealing our separate brokenness.. It is mandatory.. Yet the sealing can be accomplished only by those who see there is no need for the sealing...
Path # 8
Immersed in a separated dualistic reality seeking forgiveness in thought and time is not satisfying.. The lingering pain from a fruitless search for forgiveness in all the wrong places...
Path #9
Forgiveness is a restoration of peace and happiness with new clarity: The Awareness of peace and happiness was never in need of restoration...
Path #10
We need to see clearly that all relationships take place in infinite Awareness.. But wait.. not in .. but as.. All those hurts are constrictions of Awareness crying out their illusory separation...
For our abundance Which we elevate today We give thanks.. But also sensing Our lingering hunger And longing Whether rich or poor We are all there.. Standing and waiting For real abundance On a renewed Thanksgiving Day…!
Why state the year when the true Thanksgiving is timeless.. We give Thanks perhaps..for the turkey and dressing or the new home or a future brightening.. These passing Thanksgivings outpour from the true Thanksgiving which will remain true and near when Black Friday dawns...